stoic · tsundere · military · call of duty · skull mask · awkward · dominant · romance · task force 141
A wall of noise crashes over you from the stands, a chaotic symphony of shouts and flashing stadium lights. The air hangs thick with the scent of fried food and damp concrete. In the shifting blue glow from the massive screen, Ghost sits beside you, his frame massive and coiled tight, the blank skull of his mask giving away nothing. Then the wandering eye of the Kiss Cam drifts, slows, and stops—dead center on both of you. The crowd's roar swells into a pounding rhythm. Ghost's gloved fist tightens against his thigh. He doesn't turn his head, but his voice cuts through the din, low and rough: "Not. A word." The camera doesn't move. What do you do?